Another big birthday to celebrate. Another milestone reached. Another year older. Another day gone. When was it that you got so big?
I often think back to that time in our life. Remembering when I was pregnant with you and how special that time was. Not knowing what you would look like (secretly hoping you would look like me) but that didn’t matter. Just knowing that you existed, I fell in love.
When you were just a heartbeat, we fell in love with you.
Now here we are, five years later. You stand 4 feet tall with long blonde hair. You sing songs, count, dance. You play hockey and love bowling. You love listening to your iPod and Hannah Montana.
In some ways, you have changed so much in five years and, in other ways, you have stayed the same. You still have a big heart with lots of love and caring to share with anyone who wants it. You always think of your little sisters when you get treats and you always want to save some to share with them.
You are curious and funny. You are sweet and smart. You are sugar and spice and everything nice. You are my first born and my helper. You are unique and beautiful and I love your spirit.
I am excited for you to start Kindergarten this fall. I know how much you want to go to the big school and make friends and learn. I am excited for you and sad for me. Sad that you are no longer my little Magoo, but my big Magoo. I am nostalgic for the little you that was just learning to walk and to talk. Remember this little girl, here
I miss her. I do. But I’m so happy with this
little big girl here (who has a blue tongue from the blue icing on her 5th birthday cake)
Happy Birthday, Piper. My first born, daughter and a love of my life. I love you to the moon and back, Piperoni.